because she's the first one to ever believe in him

so i heard you like bad boys

Originally posted by jimiyoong

genre: fluff fluff and more fluff; uni!au; friends to lover!au; drabble

pairing: yoongi x reader

length: 4.7k

summary: while others see min yoongi as the resident heartthrob of the school - quiet, resilient, and mysterious - you can’t see him as anything other than your dorky best friend since childhood; but what you don’t know is his long desire to be anything but that, even if it means becoming the bad boy in town… or at least try to.

“my hobby is making fun of you when you talk.”

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do you ever get sad thinking about how bellamy blake had exactly zero people on the ark that were there for him, and the only thing in his life was taking care of his sister. he spent his entire time protecting her, but no one was ever protecting him. no one cared what happened to him or where he ended up.

and then he came down to earth. and then clarke griffin happened. clarke griffin who tried to keep the dropship door open because she needed him to make it inside. clarke griffin who didn’t want him to go on a rescue mission into mount weather at first because she didn’t want to lose him. clarke griffin who cried and begged roan to let him live and she would willingly go with roan to what she believed to be her death, because she wanted him to live. clarke griffin who flat out told him he would be in that bunker. clarke griffin who wrote his name on that list. clarke griffin who time after time comforted him. clarke griffin who told him he has a good heart. clarke griffin who saw him and loved him.

because sometimes I think about that and get sad.

Forever? (Part Two)

Part One. Thank you for everyone who had been interested in more of this story. I’ve edited this twice but I am in a hurry so if there are mistakes, I apologize. 


              “What happened?” A woman with worried eyes and thin lips asked harshly, looking between Harry and Draco as the healer waved her stick. Wand. Harry’s mind whispered the reminder to him, but he still wasn’t believing in that. No matter what these colorfully dressed people told him otherwise.

               “And you are sure magic exists?” Harry asked doubtfully, eyeing both women with suspicion. Magic. He could barely wrap his mind around the concept of that. It went against everything Uncle Vernon said. It didn’t matter that they had showed him with their sticks that magic was real. His mind just didn’t believe it.

               Before they could respond, Snape spoke up. “Why are you so determined to think we are lying?” The walking teacup Weasley had conjured was still walking around the room. Zabini’s talking pillow had been used as a demonstration as well.

               Harry figured that telling the angry man that all adults lie was probably a bad thing. So, he decided to go with the safer option. “Uncle Vernon says that there is no such thing as magic. He says that believing in such nonsense will have me being a bigger freak than I already am.” It hurt to voice, but he was worried about not answering the question. This man was clearly capable of being mean. There was an anger to him that frightened Harry. Being honest here was going to determine how he was treated.

               Draco scrunched up his face, worry flaring up inside him. “He’s lying to you.” He watched Harry turn to him with what he thought looked like hope. “Magic does exist. If you can see the school and all of us in here, then that means you have magic. You are a wizard, Harry.” He paused to smile as Harry looked around the room, as if reassuring himself that he could see it all. “If having magic means you are a freak, then so am I. We can be freaks together.”

               The sincerity in Draco’s tone had Harry nodding before he realized what he was doing. No one had ever stood up for him, or believed in him like this. Draco was unlike anyone he had ever met.

               “Because we are team?” Harry asked shyly, peeking up at Draco through his lashes.

               “Yes!” Draco agreed readily, throwing his arms around Harry, knocking the healer’s wand out of the way in the process.

               “Okay.” Whispered Harry, hugging Draco tightly. “I believe in magic.”

               “Just like that?” Severus asked, shaking his head in disbelief. “Draco says it’s real and you believe him but not the five of us? The ones who showed you actual magic?”

               Harry shrugged once, not meeting anyone’s eyes. He didn’t know how to tell them that they made him uneasy. Adults weren’t people who had ever showed him they could be trusted. Mrs. Figg seemed nice enough on the outside but he knew that she was aware of how mean the Dursleys were. His teacher seemed like she cared about her students but when he tried to talk about Dudley and his gang of mean children, she didn’t want to listen to him. Even the police officer he talked to about the Dursleys hadn’t believed him. Adults weren’t okay. They just weren’t.

               “It’s okay.” Draco whispered. “I understand.”

               And wasn’t that nice? Someone was actually willing to see him. Harry was worried. Because not only was Draco becoming the best person he has ever met, he was also becoming an attachment. One of the first lessons Harry had ever learned was not to get attached to anything. When it became apparent that Harry liked to read, Dudley ripped out the pages to his books. When he admitted that he liked to color, his crayons were snapped in half and given back to him melted. His interests had to become a secret or they would get taken away.

               What would happen if he became attached to Draco? Would someone take him away?

               “Don’t leave.” Harry whispered, not caring about the way his voice shook. He needed Draco to understand that he was not only his friend but that he also cared about him too.    

               Draco shook his head, realizing that Harry’s relatives were as nice as his father. “Forever Harry, remember?” He knew he was sounding repetitive, but he would repeat this over and over until his new friend understood this.

               “Forever.” Harry choked out, closing his eyes tightly. He didn’t understand how his life had twisted so drastically. He always thought that only fairytales had a happy ending, but he had somehow managed to teleport himself from the Dursleys to a world full of magic and Draco. What had he done to deserve this? Would it last? Would he really get to keep Draco for forever?

               Ron sighed heavily as he watched Harry and Malfoy talk in whispers that they couldn’t hear. Things had just gotten complicated and he had no idea how to help.

               “How did this happen?” McGonagall whispered angrily to everyone else who had taken a step away from the small boys.

               “Unfortunately, I don’t have the answer to that.” Snape began in a voice that still made Ron wish to turn around and never come back. He knew that the man had done a lot for the war effort, but Snape would always be his rude teacher who unnerved him with a simple glare. Oh, he admired him for the strength the Potion’s Master would’ve had to have had. But Ron just wanted to admire him from a safe and respectable distance. One where preferably, there was little verbal contact.

               “I had the students working on enhancement potions. Which are nothing even remotely similar to a de-aging potion.”

               “But you did yell at them before it happened.” Blaise pointed out, ignoring his Head of House’s glare. “Were they adding something to it?”

               Severus nodded once. “Yes. Potter had been arguing with Draco while he grabbed things out of his bag. That bottle had been something he set to the side. I have no idea if that was what he had desired to find. Draco unfortunately, chose that moment to continue their disagreement.”

               “Why yell?” Ron asked before he froze at the glare the man released at being interrupted. “I mean, he was just holding it, wasn’t he?”

               “You are aware of what the fumes of an enhancement potion can do to any substance that is not sealed in an airtight container?” Snape was using the tone that made Ron feel as if it was his first day at school.

               “If that had been even a simple healing potion he was holding, the enhancement potion could have warped the healing vial drastically. If taken, it could not only heal any small ailment, but the potion could go further, getting rid of bacteria that is needed inside the body. It could destroy antibodies that work at fighting off pathogens or viruses. The enhanced healing potion could annihilate an immune system entirely by simply trying to heal better.”

               There was a moment where Ron let out a shaky breath, trying to fully comprehend the situation.

               “That is just one example, Mister Weasley.” Snape continued, shaking his head. “From the distance I was at, it was impossible to tell what was in the potion he was holding. The bottom line of the matter is, that any potion Potter brought out was an impending disaster. It matters none if it was a healing potion or a hiccup solution. The fumes alone would have been dangerous. But Potter dropped the whole bloody vial in the cauldron. There’s no telling what kind of lasting consequences will arise from this.”

               “I did something bad?” Harry squeaked out, trying not to flinch when they all turned to him as one.

               “It was an accident!” Draco piped up before anyone can say anything.

               Despite the situation, Ron couldn’t help but feel his lips twitch at the way Malfoy was glaring at them. As if daring anyone to argue his statement. He watched the little Slytherin’s arms tighten around Harry and he had to marvel at the odd change to their dynamic. He honestly didn’t know what was going to happen once the two were back to their normal age. But one thing was for sure, everything would be different.

               “I’m sure it was.” McGonagall soothed, shooting Snape a dark look. “We just are trying to figure out exactly what happened. That way we can get you both back to how you were.”

               “What do you mean?” Harry asked before biting his lip. Was she going to send him back to the Dursleys? “I want to stay here.” There was a slight pause before he amended his statement. “With Draco.”

               Madam Pomfrey stepped forward, sighing when both children narrowed their eyes suspiciously. “Harry. Draco.” She looked between them. “As of this morning, the both of you were eighteen not five.”

               Everyone watched them furrow their brows before sharing looks that clearly said she was crazy.

               “With all due respect ma’am.” Draco began hesitantly. “I think I would remember if I was an adult.”

               Blaise and Ron snorted into their hands, trying to withhold a full laugh at her dumbstruck expression.

               “She speaks the truth.” Severus informed him with a frown appearing. “A potion accident caused the two of you to de-age.”

               Draco frowned heavily before looking to his godfather. “Well fix it. You are a Potion’s Master, aren’t you?”

               Ron looked to the ceiling as he bit his lip. Merlin, little Malfoy was turning out to be one of his favorite people. He could feel Zabini’s shoulders shaking next to him and he knew if he looked at the other man, he would lose it.

               The way Snape took in a heavy breath had Ron standing up straighter. That was never a good sound from the Slytherin Head of House.

               “Draco, this won’t be an easy solution. I have to dissect the potion the two of you were making. I have to separate the vial from the cauldron, and I have to figure out what the secondary potion was before figuring out a way to fix it all. There is no saying how long this will take. Or if there even is a solution.”

               “Wait.” Ron spoke up, finding himself proud of his bravery. Because the outraged expression on Snape’s face had him wishing he was talking to a dragon instead. “Harry might be stuck this age forever?”

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Dating Wonder Woman would include...

The only headcanons I wrote was about Wolverine (here), and since I never received any other requests about head canons…I’m very glad to write another one with Wonder Woman yo ! Though I’m not sure I’m doing it right, I made it way longer than most headcanons I saw around I think, and also cut it in more than one part…I hope it’s ok. So here we go, hope you’ll like it

(My masterlist blog here :


How you met, how you two fell in love, the first “I love you” : 

✶ You first met Diana when your brother, Bruce aka the goddamn Batman, dragged you to the Justice League’s Watchtower (against your will). You were already a Gotham’s vigilante just like him, the next big step was obviously the League, though you didn’t like the idea of being in a little “super club”…

✶ You quickly changed your mind when you met Diana though. She’s the first one who talked to you, and though your brother told you many things about the Mighty Wonder Woman, you weren’t impressed. 

✶ That’s what made her fall in love with you. Because you accept her just as she is. And you couldn’t care less about the fact that she’s a Princess, or one of the most powerful being on Earth.

✶ The way you’re never afraid to tell people what you think, even if sometimes it’s almost rude, is also another reason she fell for you. She loves the fact that you’re independent, and don’t take anyone’s shit, including hers. You keep her grounded when she gets a bit too cocky or something. 

✶ Another thing that made her fall for you : even though you went through a lot of bad things during your life, you always saw the bright side of everything, and Diana understood why Bruce always referred to you as his “personal sunshine”. You didn’t have any super-power, but hey, the ability to make anyone (even the Batman) smile and laugh was even better. 

✶ Your brother shipping you two even before you started to both flirt with each other like crazy. 

✶ Your brother calling you “an idiot” when you decide to not reciprocate the flirting after a while, afraid to bring her in your chaotic life. “She’s Wonder Woman, as if anything could actually hurt her”. 

✶ Diana being somewhat depressed while your avoiding her…And the League having an “intervention” to convince your stubborn ass to talk to her again. 

✶ You not resisting for very long, because…Well, she’s Diana Prince, and if you’re honest with yourself, you’ve been in love with her ever since you first met. Her not being even remotely mad at you for your sudden coldness toward her, on the contrary, being over the moon because you finally came back.

✶ Your brother giving you relationship advices : basically, do the opposite of what he would do. Best advice ever. 

✶ Becoming very close from each other because it seems you two are just hand made for each other. Conversation is always flowing just right, you don’t always agree with each other but always listen etc etc…A match made in heaven. 

✶ Diana knew she was doomed and totally in love with you the day you punched your brother AND Superman in the face because they dared to say you needed protection. “If I can punch you two idiots without you stopping me, then clearly, I’m fine without protection !”. Yup, she was definitely doomed.

✶Her knowing you hate when people protect you, but not being able to not do it…and you letting her protect you, because you love her, and if it can make her happy, then so be it. 

✶ Surprisingly, she’s the one that said “I love you” first…Right before what should have been a “suicide mission”. Needless to say it gave you a reason to fight like Hell to have the chance to tell her you love her too. 

✶ You never even had time to tell her, as when the battle was finished, and you two were still alive, she crashed her lips on yours. The rest of the League applauded when you were finally able to whisper, breathless : “I love you too D”

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Of Dazai and the Old Boss – An Analysis Report

Wordcount: 1.374.

So ever since I started reading the manga, there was always one character I always wondered about; the Old Boss, or the boss that came before Mori. Sure he seemed like an unimportant side character in the way he’s presented, but I have reasons to believe he’s more than that.

First, let’s compile what we know about him.

1.     He was ruthless even when he’s not bedridden and paranoid, as was said by Kouyou whose lover was killed because she tried to escape the Mafia with him.

And again when Tanizaki tried to kill Mori but was stopped by Kouyou, saying that if Mori died, the Mafia would return to its ‘wretched ways’. We can say with complete confidence that Mori’s way is so much ‘kinder’ than the old boss.

2.       He was bedridden with illness that also made him paranoid of attacks. This is not the case before the illness strike because Hirotsu mentioned he become like that after the illness. If Mori hadn’t stopped him by slicing his throat, he would have burnt Yokohama down.

4.       Wait that’s it? Yep. All we knew about him was in that episode and that chapter. But what we know about him was profound.

First let’s look at this scene:

Notice how Hirotsu mentioned Dazai specifically? Here’s the original panel for that scene:

In this, we can confidently say that Hirotsu singled out Dazai about how was the one who should’ve been most not alright with the development. The words used for it ‘Dazai –kun mo rikai suru tokoro de attarou‘  implies this. It hints that Dazai should’ve been resentful to Mori because he killed the Old Boss. But against all odds, he understood why Mori did what he did.

Then there’s this scene.

It really bothered me and when I looked deeper this is what cemented my conclusion of Dazai and the Old Boss’ connection. So as we could see in this scene, Mori killed the Old Boss and had Dazai become the sole witness. Now this premise has many problems.

1. Other than Mori, who was a doctor so obviously he was to take care of the sick, notice that Dazai was the only one in the room. Now this is strange. He was the only one who was by the Old Boss’ side, all alone in the room with the vulnerable, sick man when there’s no doctor to hover on the bedside. This in and of itself is a proof of their bond. If they weren’t well-known to have it, then all the Mafia would be suspicious to the fact that he’s accompanying the boss when he’s the most vulnerable.

On top of that he was entrusted with the Boss’ security as he was in the room with Mori who might or might not harm him (spoiler, he harmed the boss.) so he was supposed to be the one to care the most about the Old Boss’ wellbeing.

2.       As we know from the light novel, Odasaku mentioned that Dazai was considered to become an Executive at 16. In this scene he was only 14 and at that point of time, he had enough sway in the Organization that he can be the sole witness to the boss’ will and everyone just—nods and go along with it, making Mori the new boss despite them should be having Five Executive that would have fought for the seat. Why?

3.       In this case, Dazai cannot be adopted and raised by Mori as the fandom believed. If he was Mori’s and he became the sole witness everyone would call bull on it because he’d be perceived as Mori’s accomplice in taking out the Old Boss. They’d be executed and one of the upper echelon would take the throne themselves.

This would only work if the Port Mafia to believe that he couldn’t harm the boss and wouldn’t let harm come to him.

But what about this picture, you ask? Well, Mori did have a connection with Dazai too seing how Dazai got the coat he wore from before he was 14 to 18 from him. That’s a good 4 years wearing the same thing. I think this was actually the same case with Chuuya not appearing in the Dark Era; the plot has yet to be told to the readers and kept secret.

And then there’s the possibility that they knew each other because of Dazai’s wounds. If the Old Boss is as ruthless as Kouyou made him out to be, it won’t be far-fetched to say he’s the one resposible for Dazai’s numerous injuries and was frequently sent to Mori, the doctor, to get treatment.

Summary:  the Organization needs to know Dazai well and for some reason connect him with not only being close enough to the Old Boss for it not be strange for him to be all alone in the room with him and having enough credibility that he can’t possibly lie about the Old Boss’ last will. On top of that, he needs some reason to be the one ‘most not alright with it’ in a personal sense.

So what would make this credible? What could make this work? It would be if by doing so he was giving up his rights to the throne.

Here cometh my conclusion: Dazai was the Old Boss’ son and the rightful heir to the Port Mafia. If he was one, it won’t be strange for him to have credibility as 14-year old kid claiming to be the sole witness to a boss of The Mafia’s biggest bad that made a city doctor its next Boss.  More than that, it would be natural for him to spend time alone in the Boss’ bedside when he was sick and vulnerable.

No, I won’t be dropping Darth Vader’s ‘I am your father’ bomb here, despite it being extremely tempting. How many father and child bound by blood have you seen in BSD? That’s right, none. No reason to break the pattern now.

But what is prevalent? Adopting orphans. Hell, it was dropped by Odasaku in his last moment as one of Dazai’s driving force. In fact, most of the main cast are either adopted orphans or have adopted an orphan. (Fukuzawa & Ranpo, Kunikida & Rokuzo, Akutagawa/Atsushi and Dazai, need I go on?)

Here’s my verdict: Dazai was the heir to the Port Mafia because he was the Old Boss’ adopted. When the Old Boss died, everyone in the Mafia who knew about it, thought that he couldn’t possibly lie because by doing so he’d be defacing the Old Boss and giving away his rights to the throne. This gave him the ultimate credibility and thus allowing Mori to become the next King.

Most of all, this also solve the mystery of Mori’s behavior. Why drive Dazai away when he’s 18, when Mori could’ve killed him or make him go away before? He made the preparation to drive Dazai away two years beforehand when Dazai was 16, a good two years after becoming boss. The answer was because this will reveal his play to his subordinate. In the light novel Odasaku mentioned about Mori’s fearsome reputation for being ruthless and clever as hell. And this is the key; reputation.

If Mori killed Dazai before he got a secure standing in the Mafia, he would be accused to be killing the Old Boss and taking down his heir. Everyone would be on the scent of blood like sharks, especially in a place as cruel as the Mafia. So he got himself a reputation, backed by people loyal to him (Chuuya, Kouyou and, in an extent, Ace who was loyal only to money) and when he was sure that he has shown what he could and would do to the whole Mafia and the world, he cut off Dazai because he was no longer needed and now poses only threat.

By exiling the Prince, he would be able to hog the throne for himself since the older members would not be rallying behind Dazai to retake his rights. Truly a long-running plan befitting of him.

But hey, that’s just a theory. A BSD theory. Aaaand cut.


A/N: This imagine was requested: Can I request a fic where the reader is very sweet, especially to Ivar. One night she has a sex dream about him (doesn’t have to be smut) and then starts acting awkward around him because she can’t forget about it? And he notices and gets really confused? Amazing request and a delight to write as the first three episodes of this season have managed to inspire me immensely. Dream is italicized just in case I didn’t make it as clear as I believe I did.

Warning: Light smut.

Word Count: 2.5 K

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People had always wondered how Ivar and you started such a unique friendship; ever since you could remember you two were inseparable, even as children you would make sure to always include him even in the games where it seemed impossible for him to participate. In such cases you would try your hardest and carry him on your back; which wasn’t an easy task as he always demanded to win and the extra weight always made you slower. On the rare occasions Ivar and you won, Ubbe would make a generous spectacle to make Ivar and you feel as if you had just won the ultimate prize.

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Only You

Prompt: First Love, Sasusaku Month Day One

Summary: When Sasuke and Sakura realise who their daughters first love was and in the process find out about eachothers. (Post Gaiden)

“I think Sarada has a crush on Boruto.”

Sasuke has always taken pride in being a careful person, he’s rarely the kind to let things fall from his only hand and even if on the off chance something does, his reflexes are fast enough for him to catch the item before it hits the ground.

But when Sakura walks into their house after a long shift at the hospital to make one of the most ludicrous announcements he’s heard in a while he can’t help but drop the stirring spoon he held in his hands.


His voice is silent and deadly. On a normal mission it’s enough to paralyze whoever is on the receiving end in terror but Sakura simply laughs it off, her husband hardly looks threatening in his his homely blue apron which matches the head band that thier daughter had helped him tie to keep the hair out of his face.

“I’m going to kill him.”

“Oh darling I think you’re over reacting.” Sakura states as she wraps her arms around his waist and stands on her tip toes so that she can peer over his shoulders to see what he’s making (it’s Sarada’s favourite sweet dish) “I think it’s cute that he’s her first love.”

Sasuke sighs, his immediate plans of killing a certain blonde haired idiot (No, not that one, his son) subsiding.

It’s easy to give into his wife in moments like these when they are alone. He knows she’s tired, the soft yawn she tries to stiffle as she presses her cheek to his back is a testament to that.

Sasuke doesn’t have the heart to break out of her grip for he knows that at times like these when Sakura is tired, chakra depleted and cold he’s her favourite pillow.

He’d never admit it out loud but he was quite proud of that particular designation.

Plus it’s not like he’d actually be able to wriggle out of her embrace considering her ungodly strength.

Besides the more time he’s given to think, the more painful he can make that moronic brat’s death.

He suppose Sarada would be mad at him for the first couple of days but he was sure she’d get over it after he taught her a new jutsu.

Sakura hums softly as he stands there letting his brief spike of anger simmer down along with syrup he’s stirring to her soft tune. It’s a lullaby she’s humming, one that he’d sung once to her during her pregnancy days when she had trouble sleeping. It’s the same one Itachi used to sing when he was a child and it’s calming effect still holds true after all these years.

“Darling.” Sakura starts,“Who was your first love?”

Sasuke blinks, all his creative plans to kill Boruto brought to a abrupt stop by her sudden query.

“What do you mean?” Sasuke’s voice is harsher than he means it to be and while he tries to convince it’s because something is stuck in his throat he is well aware that it’s just an excuse to cover up the fact that he’s the slightest bit hurt that even after all these years the answer is still a mystery to Sakura.

“Oh!” She says jerking away from him, her hands falling away as she steps back. Wide veridian eyes stare back at him as he turns around to face her, irritated that she let go.

For a moment she stands there still before she starts stuttering out,“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t realise. I didn’t mean to pry- I was just curious and-”

“Sakura.” He interrupts,“What are you talking about?”

She blinks,“Your first love, she was an Uchiha wasn’t she? I’m sorry I didn’t mean-”

“What gave you that idea?”

She blinks up at him. Even after all these years there are some insecurities she can’t shake off. It this habit of hers that bothers him the most, maybe because every time she displays her unsurity about their relationship Sasuke is overcome with a tidal wave of self loathing for he knows that all her insecurities stem from the fact that he’d treated her like crap through out the course of their childhood.

“I just thought-” she sighs breaking off,“Never mind.

“Tch. Annoying.”

She lowers her head,“You’re right that was a stupid.”

He lets his lips curve into a small smile, amused by her reaction. For some reason he never gets tired seeing her like this; embarrassed and shy.

It’s one of the more contrasting things about his wife because while she’s one of the strongest people he knows, nothing less than deadly in battle, she’s also one of the kindest. As a kid he never believed one could be both, strong and kind but in the past fifteen years of their marriage Sakura has spent everyday of it proving him wrong.

While she’s kind to everyone she meets, this side of her, the one where she’s shy and unsure is reserved only for Sasuke and he isn’t ashamed to admit that, that’s just how he likes it.

And that’s why he loves teasing her at times like these because he’s the only one who can and get away with it.

“Who was your first love?“ He asks nonchalantly.

Sakura looks up at him incredulously.

“What?” She asks,“ Is this a joke?”

Sasuke simply shrugs as he turns away from her to add the finishing touches to his dish.

Her eyes are defiant as she pokes her head into his line of sight,“I’ve loved you since we were five years old I’ll have you know. It might have been a superficial crush at first but I’ve only ever liked you.”

“Only me?” Sasuke says as he pours the contents into a bowl,“That’s hard to believe.”

Her eyes narrow,“If not you, then who? It’s only ever been you.”

“Not even Lee when he saved you during the Chunnin exams?”

“No.” She replies,“And if you recall I hugged you then and not him.”

“Not even Naruto when you kissed him?”

“That was CPR by the way.” She counters,“And you kissed him too. Twice.”


“Are you kidding me?” She started,“That’s ridiculous.”


“Where are these names even coming from?” She huffs,“ This is-”

Before she can finish, Sasuke quickly bends down and brushes his lips against hers shocking her into silence. It’s an awfully short kiss and when Sasuke pulls back he smiles as he looks down at his wife’s closed eyes and puckered lips.

“For the record you were the first and only person I’ve ever loved.” Sasuke states.

Her eyes flutter open and she stares at him confused for a moment before her mouth forms an ‘oh’. Then her questions begin,“Really? How? When? I thoug-”

“Sakura.” He cuts her off giving her a look.

“Right. I’ll shut up.”

“Good, then it’s easier to do this.” He leans down and kisses her again.The tips of his fingers graze against her skin as he cups her cheeks and lifts her face towards him his lips moving against hers effortlessly.

While Sasuke is a reserved man, there is absolutely nothing reserved about his kisses.

Sakura still remembers the first time Sasuke had kissed her she’d felt all her unsurity about their relationship melt away. While his kisses are commanding, they’re all consuming and absolutely and completely honest. He leaves no room for her to doubt his feelings for her because the way he kisses her always makes her feel like he’s laying his soul bare for her to see. Only her to see.

Because in the end for both Sasuke and Sakura it had only ever been each other since the very begining.

Sakura is about to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him closer to deepen their kiss but Sasuke abruptly breaks away once again leaving her hanging.

Sakura pouts as Sasuke starts walking towards the living room. She can’t see the smirk on his face but she knows that he’s thoroughly enjoying messing with her.

“You don’t play fair.” She grumbles as she follows Sasuke.

He sits on the couch and gently pats his lap. Sakura happily bounds towards him, her complains forgotten and takes her place on the couch by lying across it with her head resting on his lap.

They stay like that for a while as Sasuke reads a scroll regarding the latest details of his mission and Sakura stares up at him carefully memorizing all the details of his face for she knows that when he’s gone it’s these moments she’ll cherish the most.

“You know we both married each other’s first love.” Sakura comments offhandedly,“Do you think Sarada will do the same?”

“The brat won’t live long enough.”

Sakura snorts,“You’re not going to kill him, Naruto will never let you hear the end of it if you do.”

“I can handle the dobe.”

“You’ve been trying to get rid of him for eighteen years now, how’s that working out for you?”


“If you actually consider it, it’s kind of cute really.” Sakura continues,“Naruto and Hinata’s son with our daughter. Plus Sarada is really open about her feelings too. I thought she’d be like you and be in denial about it for at least five years.”

“I was not in denial about it.”

“If I was your first love that means you must have loved me since we were genin, right?” Sakura prompts,“And you were pretty much an ice cube those days.”

“I wasn’t in denial, I just didn’t show it.”

“So you were in love with me since we were genin.”


“Okay fine, I’ll drop it.” Sakura relents,“So anyway today I heard her and Choucho talking about Boruto and that’s how I gussed. They were fawning over how his blonde hair catches the sun rays perfectly and-”

Change of plans, Sasuke was going to first torture the brat and then kill him.

“- just how mature and responsible he is-”

When did he brat become mature and responsible? Just the other day he remembered his daughter complaining how childish and careless the dobe’s son was.

“- how his blue eyes pop perfectly against his white clothes and-”

Sakura stopped abruptly when she saw the look on Sasuke’s face.

“What’s wrong?“she asks lifting herself up from his lap and turning around to face him properly.

“The brat kid only wears black.” Sasuke deadpans,“His training clothes are black and pink.”

“Then…..” Sakura trails off as realisation dawns on her.

For a moment they stare at each other, green against mismatched black and purple.

The next second Sakura is up and Sasuke is right behind her, heading for the door.

“I’m going to kill the dobe.” He mutters poisonously as he opens the door.

Sakura brushes past him,“Not if I get to him first.”

All the way across town in the Hokage’s office, Naruto sneezed.

I’ll be honest I really want to see Sasuke appear in the Hokage’s office with his apron and matching headband and beat the hell out of Naruto with his stirring spoon.

“Why Did Bellamy Fall in Love with Clarke?”

So I recently got an anonymous message asking me this question and I was preparing myself to answer with the typical “because she’s supportive and he respects her and trusts her and blah blah blah” response which definitely isn’t WRONG, and are definitely reasons why I ship Bellarke, but I also feel like it goes a lot deeper than that. 

I haven’t written a good, solid meta in awhile, I feel like, and this question hit me really hard for some reason, so I am going to answer it separate from the ask in more depth. And, since I’m feeling extra, I’m probably going to make another post answering why Clarke fell in love with Bellamy because - yes - this ship goes both ways and I am sure as hell going to take every opportunity I get to prove that.

To start off, I don’t really think that there is one particular reason why Bellamy fell in love with Clarke. You can’t really go about it by saying “well, Bellamy really likes this trait and this trait and this trait - therefore, he loves Clarke because she encompasses all three” because I don’t think that’s really how love works. I do think that she has traits that Bellamy really likes and respects, and I think that’s how they became friends. But then he fell in love with her and it wasn’t just about those traits anymore. Because love isn’t selective. He doesn’t just love some parts of her and not the others. He loves Clarke as a whole, as a person. He loves all of her pieces and parts and fragments. He just loves her.

But why?

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lulimoon  asked:

RFA + V + Saeran reacting to MC being an mermaid?? Your blog ir my fave mysme hc blog /sorryforthebadenglish

You’re english is actually very good! :) Thank you so much for your support! This was actually a very fun, interesting prompt. As you might notice, I kinda switched between mythologies and kinds of mermaids between characters, so hopefully that makes things interesting! Enjoy!


  • MC decided to show him in the bathtub in her apartment
  • His jaw dropped
  • The only thing that came out of his mouth was, “You look like a mermaid from LOLOL!”
  • MC laughed as he blushed, and explained that her mermaid cousin had actually designed a lot of mythical creatures for various fantasy based games, and she knows her cousin designed the mermaids for LOLOL
  • She’s got scales her and there, imbedded in her cheeks and shoulders, and Yoosung just can’t stop staring because she’s so sparkly and pretty
  • Before he can help it, he says, “If anything happens, at least I’m a vet.”
  • MC laughs and pulls him into the tub for that comment
  • He has so many questions for later, but holds them back in this moment to just let this whole situation sink in


  • For some reason, MC insisted they go to the beach
  • No real explanation
  • MC would only say that there was something she wanted to show Jaehee
  • It was a warm and sunny day, there were plenty of people, but MC dragged her to this perfect little hideaway beach where no one else could see them swim
  • MC dragged Jaehee in once they’d set up camp and they swam and played and eventually MC coaxed Jaehee down into the water so that she could see her bottom half clearly
  • Jaehee was so startled she had to go up for air
  • MC shyly peaked her head up in the water and Jaehee could see how nervous she was and calmed down
  • They go up to the beach, but sit so that the ocean comes up to the hips
  • They talk, Jaehee feels MC’s tail and asks questions about mermaids, a kind of child-like curiosity in wanting to know about her people
  • MC was just relieved Jaehee was so accepting of her and still wanted to be with her


  • It was always interesting to him that MC knew so very little about popular media and some common social norms
  • She had a phone, of course, but she’d seemed surprised when he turned on the TV one day, and half the time, electronics seemed to confuse her
  • Of course, it was adorable watching her flounder and ask for his help
  • she also seemed to eat a lot of fish
  • Then, one day, a woman showed up while they were on a date
  • She and MC went off privately a little and fought about something, the other woman trying to force something into MC’s hands
  • When MC came back, she told Zen there was something they really needed to talk about
  • He almost didn’t believe her when she explained that she was a mermaid, but she had purposely transformed for him, and he was… well, he was in awe
  • MC also awkwardly explained that she… well, she made a deal with a Sea Witch, her sisters are scared she’ll never return to the ocean and die, like fable of the Little Mermaid
  • MC won’t as long as she pays the Sea Witch off or… uses the blood of the man she loves to null the contract all together
  • MC assures him that paying the Sea Witch is already taken care of, so he doesn’t need to worry about that
  • Zen still worries that her sisters will come try to kill him, but MC assures him that they know better than to try


  • When MC told him, he thought she was joking
  • Seriously, if she was a mermaid, how did she have legs now?
  • Well, MC explains that mermaids can leave the sea for long durations of time, but eventually have to return for a year (or five) in order to live
  • Thank goodness for modern amenities, however, as she is able to mix up a makeshift saltwater bath, dip in, and prove it
  • Jumin’s face suddenly darkens and asks if she has any skins that she needs to wear to transform or if she has a mermaid husband, but MC quickly tells him he’s thinking of selkie and he has nothing to worry about
  • MC is very impressed with his knowledge of mythology
  • Then again, he reads a lot of… let’s say, interesting, books
  • She assures him that, because she can mix up a salt water bath whenever she needs, she can and will stay with him
  • That’s all he needs to hear
  • He sets up a few precautions to protect MC, intends to keep her secret secret, and does some research
  • Jumin discovers online that mermaids like shiny things, so he buys MC a ton of shiny things and she goes nuts for it, which makes him happy


  • “I always thought there was something fishy about you!”
  • Omfg, Saeyoung, not now. Get that stupid grin off your face.
  • Btw, he walked in on her in the tub with her tail hanging out the side
  • On the surface he takes the whole thing surprisingly well, cracking jokes, asking questions
  • “How long have you been a mermaid? Can you breathe underwater? Do you have a pod or a pet dolphin? How deep underwater can you go?”
  • On the inside, he’s planning/panicking
  • How is he going to hide her secret and protect her? Because he certainly didn’t know mermaids existed until now
  • MC is honestly surprised by his apparent enthusiasm
  • They end up having a long, semi-serious conversation about her being a mermaid, how they can hide it, and who they should and shouldn’t tell
  • Then they talk mermaid stuff, like how she never gets pruney, she doesn’t need air because she has gils, and what prompted her to leave the sea in the first place


  • Honestly, the moment V heard that MC was a mermaid, he didn’t believe it until she showed him by dragging him to a secluded beach
  • And the moment he saw her, he just wanted to take her picture
  • So he did, catching a gorgeous shot of her tail catching the light just right and the ocean as a backdrop
  • That was the only picture V took, he made one print of it, and hid the film
  • The only people who would ever see the picture were himself and MC
  • The picture was too beautiful to destroy, and V itched to take more, but never would to protect her secret 
  • MC is honestly surprised at how well he handled everything
  • V really likes the sound of her singing, but she has a bad habit of singing sea shanties, so he can’t help but laugh at the stereotypical mermaid things she does


  • When he found out, Saeran was so scared she was going to leave him to return to the sea
  • MC assured him she wasn’t going anywhere, but he was still scared to bits
  • Besides, MC was a freshwater mermaid and grew by a river and a lake
  • Saeran ends up having Saeyoung help him build a bunch of water proof electronic devices (including a phone and a smart watch with a tracker inside) for MC so that he can still keep track of her if she goes underwater
  • As… invasive as it is, the devises also notify her when someone is checking her location
  • MC ends up showing the devises off to her mermaid friends, who then wish to use valuables they’ve gathered from accidents and wrecks to pay for phones for themselves
  • She also takes a ton of underwater photos for Saeran so that he can see what she sees
  • Once they’re living together in a place near a river, he’s so much more at ease
Garden of Love

Parts ONE, TWO, and THREE if you missed it!

Synopsis: You are a new and upcoming superstar and during an interview, you get asked questions about the one and only Harry Styles.


Harry sees how upset you are and it hurts the hell out of him. To know he caused this.

The guilt was eating him alive, he never meant to make you feel or react this way. He walks even closer and this time you let him, too tired to fight back.

“This time I don’t care anymore. I don’t care what they say, wh-when you were preforming out there I’ve never felt so good. S’like I just wanted to see you sing forever,” Harry wipes your tears away from your face and the sensation is amazing. His hands were so soft and it felt so good to be comforted by him. “let me OK?”

You furrow your eyebrows and your eyes open, let him do what?

Before you could ask, you felt the softest pair of lips meeting yours. Teeth pulling on your bottom lip and for the first time in a long time, you acted with your heart and let him.

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Don’t Look Back (ACOTAR AU) - Part 16

trigger warnings..

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5Part 6, Part 7, Part 8,Part 9, Part 10,Part 11Part 12,  Part 13,  Part 14,  Part 15 Part 17 Part 18Part 19

Rhys was trying to convince himself that he was awake before he almost face planted the kitchen table.

“Couldn’t sleep over how excited you were about your birthday, brother?” grinned Cassian, stuffing the last remains of his bacon sandwich into his mouth. “Or was it just the fact that you sneaked off with Feyre in the dead of night?”

When Rhys arrived home, holding a near unconscious Feyre upright against him, Cassian had spotted them after taking a trip to the bathroom. When his brother saw Rhys guiding Feyre along the landing, Cassian had merely given Rhys the most infuriating grins and had said, Guess you’re a very happy birthday boy. Thankfully Feyre was basically asleep against him when Rhys glared at his brother with enough vehemence that it was the equivalence of throwing the middle finger.

“Shut the fuck up, Cass. Might as well just tell mum outright,” snapped Rhys.

“Oh, I already know,” said Ines as she sauntered into the kitchen, pressing a big kiss on Rhys’ cheek. “Happy Birthday, my gorgeous boy.”

“Did you tell her, you bastard?” Rhys asked Cassian.

Ines snorted, moving round the kitchen to where Azriel was making bacon. “I heard both of you leave at about 2:00am. I’m a light sleeper, Rhysand. Nothing in this house happens without me knowing.” She then threw a wink, “As long as you’re being safe-”

Mum, dear god no, please stop.”

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Behind The Album - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 8)

Originally posted by stylesinthewild

Part 7

“Mum? Gemma? What are you doing here?” He asked sneaking up behind you and looking at them, as they stared at you.

You had forgotten all about the fact you weren’t wearing anything other than Harry’s shirt when you felt the cool air hit your legs. You quickly blushed and tried not making eye contact with them. 

“What do you mean what are we doing here?” Gemma scoffed. “You knew we were coming today.” 

“Well, yeah, but I thought it would be later in the day…” he said. 

“I ended up coming in last night, so Gemma suggested we come over and maybe head out for some breakfast, but uh apparently we should have called first,” Anne said looking over at you. 

“Um… I’m going to go get dressed,” you whispered adverting your eyes towards Harry before excusing yourself from the situation. 

While you went up to the bedroom, both Anne and Gemma walked inside while Harry shut the door behind them. 

“So, I take it your busy?” Gemma asked. 

“Kinda yeah, I ordered breakfast in for Y/N and me,” he said. 

“I guess I didn’t realize she would be staying with you,” Anne said. 

“Why wouldn’t she be staying with me?” Harry asked looking at her. 

“Because you’ve only been with her for a few weeks,” she said. 

“We were staying together while we were in Jamacia and we were only together for a few days then, so what makes a difference here?” Harry asked. “Especially since she’d be over here anyway even if she were staying in a hotel. This way it saves her money.” 

“Right…” Gemma said. 

Harry sighed. “Okay, I get that the first meeting wasn’t exactly ideal, but can you two please just be nice and give her a chance. Besides you two should have called before just showing up like you did,” he pointed out. 

“How were we supposed to know you’d be half naked with some girl?” Gemma said. 

“First of all, she’s not just some girl, she’s my girlfriend, and second of all, I wasn’t with her… we were standing together,” he rolled his eyes. 

“It was implied,” she mumbled. 

“Anyway, are you two going to give her a chance or not?” Harry sighed. “I really like and care for her and I’ve told you two so much about her already, so just please for me, give her the chance she deserves?” 

“Of course we will,” Anne said. 

“Thank you, Mum,” he smiled. 


Once you were dressed in your own clothes, you went back downstairs and the food had already arrived. There ended up being enough for everyone to share, so you all sat down and had some breakfast together. At first, things were extremely awkward and you realized you hadn’t really been properly introduced to either of them. 

“Um, I’m Y/N, by the way,” you said nervously. “It’s uh, nice to finally meet you two.” 

“Nice to meet you as well Y/N, Harry has spoken of you often,” Anne said. “I’m Anne, and this is Gemma.”

Gemma looked over at you and nodded before going back to her breakfast. Out of the corner of your eye, you could tell Harry was sort of glaring at his sister. Great, you thought, just what you needed to cause a rift between them. 

“You’re videographer right?” Gemma asked all of a sudden. 

“Yeah, I’ve uh, always loved working with cameras both for film and print work. I went to school for it and eventually worked my way up to being considered a professional videographer, but I’m still pretty new in the business,” you said looking over at her. 

“Is my brother the first artist you’ve worked for?” She asked. 

“No, uh, actually I’ve worked briefly with a few artists in their music videos or other little projects they’ve needed. I’ve worked with both Nick Jonas and Joe Jones with DNCE, Miley Cyrus, Bruno Mars, Ed Sheeran, to name a few,” you said. 

“Hm, “ she nodded. “And did you ever, hook up with one of them?” 

“GEMMA!” Harry snapped. 

“What? It’s a valid question!” She said to him. “How do you know this isn’t what she does? She works for an artist, hooks up with them, and moves up the ladder,” she said. 

“She is right here,” you said. “And no, I’ve never hooked up with anyone I’ve worked with before, so that’s not what I do. I get hired for a job, I do it, and I’m done. Sure, I have a few friendships with some of the artists I work with because I do multiple projects with them.” 

“You shouldn’t have to answer that, Y/N,” Harry said. “Because my sister never should have fucking asked something like that.” 

“I’m just looking out for you,” she said to him, again ignoring the fact that you’re sitting right in front of her. “You’ve known her for what a few months and you two are already living together and just so head over heels for one another? This is bullshit, this isn’t like you. You’re normally so much more level headed than this.”

“Gemma, “ Anne sighed. 

Harry shook his head. “You do realize that when we were in Jamaica we were living together under the same roof. We were side by side working together and chatting pretty much every fucking day all day, so yeah, we got to know one another pretty well in that environment. Hell, we probably learned more about each other during our three months together, then you did with your boyfriend. And maybe, just fucking maybe, did you ever think that maybe I’m “different” with Y/N because I have real feelings for her and that this is the first time I’ve ever felt this way about anyone before?” 

There were so many emotions going through you at this point. On one hand, you felt insulted and angry at the fact she believed that you slept around on your job and that you were practically using Harry. Then on another hand, you felt extremely awkward because you were the topic of conversation, but no one was really speaking to you. And you knew that Harry’s feelings towards you were something new to him because he had told you once before, but hearing him say it to someone else in defense for you, made you realize just how much you really meant to him. 

“I think we all just need to calm down,” Anne sighed looking at both of her children. “Harry, you have to admit that things are moving sort of fast between the two of you and you two work together… that’s a little unorthodox.” 

“It’s not like we’re getting fucking married,” he sighed. “And so what if we work together? Most everyone who works with me, I have a friendship with outside of our working together, so why should it be any different having a relationship with Y/N.” 

Honestly, at this point you were being ignored so much, you honestly thought about getting up and leaving the room. However, you decided against it because it would make it seem as if you thought you didn’t deserve to be there, even though Harry was defending your every right to be there. 

“Being friends with someone and having a romantic, intimate relationship with someone are two completely different things,” she added. 

“You can’t have one without the other, Mum,” he sighed. “Look, maybe to you two it seems like Y/N and I are moving too fast in a relationship, but you also have to think about how we got our start. It’s not like I just met her and we started talking on the phone and went out on a few dates here and there and decided to get into a relationship. When I met her, we were living together… seeing each other practically 24/7. She was there as soon as I woke in the house, and there as soon as we all went to bed. We spent so many nights just talking to one another and enjoying each other. So, yeah while the timeline might be short, that doesn’t mean that our relationship and my feelings don’t count for anything. And we’re not even living together. She’s staying here while I have some things in London for work that she’s filming. And once we’re done with that, she’ll be gone back to her own house in her own city,” he said. 

“And then what? You’ll just have a long distance relationship or only have a relationship when you need a videographer?” Gemma asked. 

“We’ll make it work,” Harry said. 

You sighed again looking at the three of them. They were still having their three-way conversation about you, without you. Even though Harry was defending you and your relationship, something he shouldn’t have had to really do in the first place, he still wasn’t really acknowledging that you were there and could take part in the conversation as well. 

“If it doesn’t, then you’ll be screwed needed to hire someone new,” Gemma mumbled. “And how do you know she wouldn’t leak anything about you?” 

“Because I trust her and I don’t exactly foresee it not working out between us,” Harry said. 

“Of course you’re going to say that because you two are still in the honeymoon stage of the relationship,” she rolled her eyes. 

“Oh, and when you got with your boyfriend are you saying that you saw you two not working out?” He scoffed. 

“No, but I never acted like it was always going to be a forever happy ending between us either,” she said. 

You got up from the table throwing the rest of the food in the trash, while Harry and Gemma continued their conversation. You even looked over at Anne, who was just watching the two of them banter with one another. You shook your head and finally just snapped. 

“Do any of you even care that I’m still here and that I’ve heard every single fucking thing being said?” You said looking at them. “Gemma, do you even care that you just assumed that I’m with your brother because I’m working for him and that I want to further my career? Or that you use the excuse that you’re just looking out for him when he’s told you time and time again that he’s happy and cares about me because you think every fucking person he’s ever going to be with his going to be with him for his fame and money. Like that’s really sad that you can’t just let him be happy.” 

“And Harry, I get that you were just trying to defend me and everything, but I’m a grown woman, I can defend myself. But honestly, you shouldn’t have had to in the first place, because as far as I concerned, I’ve never given either of you a reason to believe that I’m only with Harry for fame and fortune. If I was some model or some singer or whatever, would you think that? Or would you be okay with it because I’d make my own money and have my own fame? But you know what, it doesn’t matter right now because I’m removing myself from this situation right now since it’s not like I’m needed in this conversation anyhow,” you said before walking out of the front door and down the street away from his house, leaving him and his family behind. 

*Let me know what you think! :) 

jon misses arya more than anyone. he was torn up inside over not being able to save arya. he thinks of her constantly. he wants to crush ramsay’s throat for marrying her. he remembers needle and how he told her to stick them with the pointy end. he wonders how much she’s grown and if he would even recognize her. he wants to muss up her hair and call her little sister. when he says her name his voice is hoarse. she could always make him smile and his heart almost breaks when alys’ reminds him of arya’s. he can almost see her in his mind as she was when he last saw her. he believes arya’s home is with him. his last thought of dying is of arya. 

gendry isnt a pov but the first time we see him after arya was taken he is filled with rage. he is beating on his sword as if he wished it were a foe. its not a reach to believe his behavior is in large part because of arya. he failed her. she was taken by a murderer and this must be driving him crazy. i know in my heart he misses her. that fierce little girl. he stays at the crossroads where all the lost children of the riverlands end up. 

arya was always close to jon despite him being a bastard. she loved him unconditionally. their bond is one of the most important in asoiaf. arya accepted gendry into her pack. she was the first person to ever truly value him even though she is a lady and he is a bastard blacksmith. they have one of the best friendships in asoiaf. 

arya is the only true connection between these two bastards 

Contact Light (1/2)

Emma Swan has never been one for big, overwhelming…anything. And as far as she’s concerned space is both big and overwhelming and just a bit terrifying because she’s fairly certain her connection to gravity is slightly tenuous when he glances in her direction. But that’s neither here nor there because she watches all his stupid space documentaries anyway and keeps letting him glance in her direction and, at some point, she learns the first words uttered by a human being on the moon. Contact light. It’s not common knowledge. That seems, almost, oddly appropriate now.

Rating: Mature for swearing and a copious amount of making out and more swearing and eventually some angst. 
AN: @onceuponaprincessworld sent the prompt: “Ok, so Killian is new in town and David is inviting him on his house for Thanksgiving where he meets Emma, David’s sister, who also happens to be the one for who he moved into town in the first place, with a lot of kisses maybe secret dating or maybe it in start of their dating or whatever you feel like writing! Thanks.” This is…not entirely that and also absurdly long and I have no excuse except that’s how I live my life. They make out a lot. 
Also living it up on Ao3 if that’s your jam. And if you want to read the rest of the CS prompt-a-thon.

She was going to murder him.

Or strangle him.

Which was kind of on the way to murdering him.

Semantics or whatever.

She hadn’t felt that way in a long time, actual years, and she wasn’t sure if her current murder-like tendencies were because of the smirk on his face or the way his eyes seemed to follow her around the apartment or because she just wanted to make out with him for the rest of the day.

Probably the last one. Definitely the last one.

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Goodbye (B.Barnes)


(1940′s) Bucky Barnes

Warnings: bucky being a mopey cutiepie, possibly a swear i don’t remember tbh

Bucky knew time was ticking, flying past him aimlessly as if for some forsaken reason each click of the hands on his wristwatch were erasing the moments he had left. It hadn’t occurred to him that time could seem to move so fast, where every minute passed in the blink of an eye. 

He barley slept anymore, his eyes trained on the form next to him. He wanted to remember, no, he needed to. He needed to remember every slope, curve and freckle on her face. He thought he had her memorized after the three years they spent together, but for one reason or another he realized he hadn’t - he didn’t even know that she had a small freckle the blended in with her eyebrow. 

And that small fact he failed to memorize pissed him off to no end. How was he supposed to leave her at home without remembering that she had a damned freckle in her eyebrow arch? He couldn’t leave, he absolutely couldn’t.

He let his fingertips trail lightly across her hairline, her hair shining in the light projected by the glowing moon that flooded through the sheer curtains in her bedroom. He inspected the soft feel and lush volume of her long strands, his fingers twirling in it to possibly get another whiff of her milk and honey scented shampoo. He loved that scent - God did he love it.

His eyes follow the curve of her face from her flushed cheekbones to the slight perch of her nose. He always teased her about how her nose turned crimson in the winter from the chill, but looking at it now he feels pains in his chest that he won’t be able to see that sight this winter..he’ll be too far away.

Her plump lips catch his attention, his eyes zoning in on the crimson stained skin. He was always found of her lips, he caught himself staring at them almost as much as he caught himself breaking up fights that Steve had started. His jaw tensed at the idea that he won’t have her there with him to kiss him in order for him to calm down, for her long nails to rake through his hair and shush him when the only thing on his mind is tearing apart the guy who dared to put a hand on her.

He runs his fingers across the skin of her jaw, smiling slightly at his favorite place to kiss. Her skin is so soft everywhere but her jaw is something else entirely. A small patch under her cheek is her weak spot that Bucky knows far too well. It was his secret weapon, one sloppy kiss to the delicate skin had her small frame crumbling in his strong arms that were usually wrapped around her waist to hoist her up onto his hips. He reminds himself to remember how she sounds when she whimpers from his lips there, he’d have to do that before he leaves.

He hopes she remembers her key when she leaves the house, she always did have a tendency to rely on him to unlock the door. She was scatterbrained but in the best way possible. She was spontaneous and exhilarating, which in turn lead her to be somewhat forgetful in the grand scheme of things. She’d just be moving too quickly to remember to put her house key in her purse but luckily enough Bucky always had his on his key chain.

He hopes she takes care of herself. He hopes she eats full meals and doesn’t get too wrapped up in work when she deems life to be too stressful to deal with. Bucky can’t even count how many times he had to remind her to put down the pen and relax for a few minutes, that taking a break would not kill her career as a journalist. She was too smart for anything to stop her from succeeding.

He hopes she steers clear of the guys who always seem to want to touch her, especially at her favorite bar. He remembers the feelings of jealousy and anger steaming through him when he first saw a guy touch her, he saw how she inched away and looked for help. He hopes she doesn’t have to look for help anymore, he hopes she will lash out at the man and make sure he knows her boyfriend is in the military.

He hopes she doesn’t stop stealing his shirts to sleep in at night. He hopes his scent clings to them until he gets back so she doesn’t have to go a single day trying to remember his scent. He wants her to remember him, not to force herself to and end up getting angry with herself for her lack of memory. 

He hopes she doesn’t find comfort in somebody else. He hopes he can return home soon enough so he can cradle her in his arms and show her how much he loves her. He never wants another man to take his place at any point in her life. He wants to be the only person to kiss her, hold her, love her.

He hopes she can forgive him for leaving, he didn’t intend on hurting her by choosing this life. He remembers the night he told her, how upset she was. She damn near broke his heart in two with the look she gave him, a look of complete heartbreak and sadness. A look of someone who is grieving the loss of a loved one though she had not lost anyone to death but in her mind she had. She had lost Bucky, she lost him the second he enlisted. He was gone, left for dead and there was nothing she could have done because god, he hadn’t even told her he was going to.

Bucky Barnes regrets a lot of things in his life. He regrets not hugging his mother more, instead justifying his behavior that he wasn’t a touchy feely person. There were so many perfect times to hug his mother but now he would have to wait until after the war to do so. 

He regrets not telling Steve that he was scared shitless every time he saw his best friend in the back of an alley with a man two times his size, squaring up to start fighting. He hopes Steve will realize that fighting isn’t the way to fix the world, he hopes Steve can forgive him for all those times Bucky wasn’t able to stop the fights.

Bucky does regret a lot, but the one thing he regrets more any anything else is not telling her that he loves her more. He always thought it was a given, he showed his love through slight touches and sentimental gifts but he regrets all of that now. He told her he loved her every morning when her eyes were barley open and a small smile splayed on her lips. But, that’s it unless it was a special occasions such as an anniversary or birthday or holiday or something he thought was important to her. But fuck, he should have said it every second he breathed, he should have screamed it from the rooftops and told the world how much he loved that blue eyed girl from downtown.

God, Bucky thinks if he could somehow rewrite the past so he could fix all those stupid mistakes he hadn’t realized he made until this very second. He would kiss her more and tell her stupid jokes to see her smile, he wouldn’t eat all the brownies she made for the cookout and maybe he wouldn’t have yelled at her that night he told her he was leaving.

He thought she were over reacting, he was doing his duty to the country he loved so he didn’t see the big deal. But now he does, he sees the damage it’s caused for everyone he loves. He watched as his mother begged him to stay home, how his father gave him a tight hug as if to say ‘why did you do that? that was so stupid of you’. He watched as his girl cried into his shoulder, pleading for him to not die on her because she didn’t think she would survive this by herself.

She wouldn’t be by herself, Bucky couldn’t ever let her be by herself. He thought she was being selfish at first but he finally realized he was the selfish one. He hadn’t included her in his spur of the moment decision, he hadn’t taken her feelings into account. Initially he believed he was the only one hurting because he was the one leaving but..he wasn’t the only one hurting. He wasn’t the only one who would be alone with the memory of their loved ones in their heart.

He made Steve promise to take care of her. He went into great detail to explain what she’s feeling when she acts a certain way so Steve won’t end up making her feel any worse. He told his best friend to hold his girl, cuddle her if he has to but not to let her feel like she’s alone in the world. To have her call her parents once in a while, Bucky knew she wouldn’t do it without being pushed to and in this hard time she’d definitely need her mothers comfort despite her believing she wouldn’t. Bucky told Steve to keep her safe from the world, even from herself. To not let her watch the news about the war, to not let her imagine one of the dead soldiers as Bucky.

Bucky told Steve to make sure she gets his letters, he will write everyday and he expects her to receive every single one of them until he returns home. He told Steve to watch her, to stop fighting everyone and protect her like his life depended on it. He told Steve to compliment her, remind her how beautiful she is because she will forget that she is the most gorgeous girl in the world all because Bucky isn’t there to show her.

Bucky doesn’t realize he’s crying until a small tiger reaches up and brushes the salty liquid away, snapping him away from his thoughts. “What’s wrong baby?” Her gentle voice coos, a voice he thinks he needs more than air.

He shakes his head, pressing his lisp to her forehead. “Nothing doll, just thinking. Go back to bed, it’s late.” He murmurs, his voice threatening to crack at the waves of emotions flowing into him.

Her small body turns and cuddles into him, her cheek pressed to his bare chest. Bucky holds her like his life depends on it because she truly believes that it does. He thinks that if he lets her go even the slightest bit then she will be torn away from him before his eyes. “I love you Bucky, we’re going to be okay.”

Those simple words soothe his mind more than he though possible. Bucky kisses his girl lightly, reminiscing on the pillowy skin before nuzzling into her neck and taking a deep breath of her shampoo. He holds her tight, feeling her hands drag up and down his back as sleep finally greets him with open arms, the thought of what tomorrow will bring now far from his mind.

do you ever think about sansa’s “no one will ever marry me for love” and just want to cry and wrap her in a hug because she will marry for love by marrying jon? and not necessarily romantic love, not right away at least, but still -

she loves him, all the starks love  him, and partly because of that love she will propose a marriage to strengthen his claim to the north, keep him in winterfell where he wants to be, and give him the stark name that he always longed for. 

that kind of absolute, “no one will ever marry me for love,” is the very thing that makes me believe so strongly that she will, but because it’s grrm it won’t necessarily be the kind of romantic love story we might first imagine. but there are other kinds of love - familial love, the kind of deep trust and understanding that jon and sansa already have, the kind that’s the best foundation for a happy marriage 

and like, if later on in their marriage they realize they do love each other in that way, that they built their relationship stone by stone like her parents did, well then all the better

Done With You

summary: While fighting Hook for the magical compass at Lake Nostos, Emma catches a glimpse of his soft side, and she thinks back to their last encounter in Rumple’s cell…

rating: general, and SP for sword play

also on and ao3

She almost reaches her sword with her fingertips, almost, but then she feels a steely grip at her ankle, and her body is pulled away from the blade, her fingers clawing at the sand in vain.

“No,” she hears Hook growl in an almost mocking tone while he yanks her towards him across the dirt, and she nearly screams in bitter frustration. Determination and anger are obviously not enough to trump God knows how many years of sword fighting experience. She might have bested him easily when he was playing the part of a cowardly blacksmith and she had the element of surprise on her side, but his skills with the sword are in a league of their own, even someone as inexperienced as she can tell that.

Emma manages to turn around on her back, fury and adrenaline giving her the energy, and sees his face is twisted in exertion and anger.

Suddenly, while her ankle’s still in his merciless grasp, he surprises her by bending backwards out of the blue and without an apparent reason. He leans back right over the dangerously swirling vortex of the portal, his weight pulling heavily at her leg, and for a moment she fears he’ll pull her right with him to fall into that portal and they’d end up God knows where. His body seems to defy gravity – she has never seen any similar move, Keanu Reeves in Matrix doesn’t count – until the movement stops and he pulls himself up again with a groan and much effort. Briefly and surprisingly the thought flickers through her mind that he must possess enormous motoric control besides his obvious physical strength.

Then he straightens himself again and lets go of her foot, and Emma quickly throws herself around and scrambles away from him to grasp her sword and jump to her feet again. She whirls around to face him again just in time to see him almost casually toss a leather pouch through the air right into Mulan’s hand. The warrior catches it with an open-mouthed, incredulous look, obviously just as stunned as Emma is, when Hook comments nonchalantly, “I may be a pirate, but I bristle at the thought of a woman losing her heart,” he makes a little dramatic pause before he adds, “unless it’s over me.”

Aurora’s heart!

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My brother started abusing me long before I could remember my parents doing so. But I know that my parents abuse definitely made the situation worse, and they never stopped him. 

One time, in fourth grade (he would have been in sixth) his line in school passed mine, and he left it to grab my head by the hair and smash it into a brick wall. My teacher, who saw it (and had had him and my mother in 4th grade as well - small town) didn’t even contact my mom because “it was just sibling stuff." 

I started first grade with a black eye, and told mom he had thrown a heavy dirt flashlight at my face on purpose and that was why, and she instead believed him when he said I’d asked him to toss it to me, and he had mis aimed. 

My Grammie, which I think I’ve told you before, told me she was surprised I survived since infancy because the physical abuse had started way back then. 

But for some reason no one ever stopped him. 

I lived in terror whenever my parents weren’t home, and there were times he chased me around the house with a baseball bat, and if he caught me, beat me. 

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Narnia headcanon- a short ending. I suppose

This is focused more on Edmund and Susan’s relationship

In TLB, when Peter said Susan was no longer a friend of Narnia, Edmund’s heart truly broke. He couldn’t bare the thought of his beloved sister not believing in Narnia. A hot steamy tear rolled down his cheeks, that was the first time he ever shed a tear in front of Peter and Lucy.

Peter wanted to make her believe in Narnia again but failed because he was too determined, and their conversation would usually end with him getting shouted by Susan. Lucy was the one who was worried about Susan the most. She kept on reminding her about Narnia, all day and all night, without letting her to have time to rest and think. You know how things ended.

Edmund, however, used a totally different way. He would tell Susan stories of their times in Narnia whenever she was sad or depressed. He always managed to make her smile even when she was so angry at him.They would hug each other whenever things get rough back in England, and he would visit her every week. He would call her “Queen Susan, the Gentle” whenever she was sad or angry. The words somehow calmed her down. Ed was the only one who Susan could deal with.

When Ed didn’t visit Susan that week, she knew something was up. She remembered seven stars shining extremely bright that night they passed away. Ed failed to visit her the next morning which made Susan anxious. She calmed herself down by calling herself “Queen Susan” with the tone Ed used to call her by. She marched down towards Ed and Lucy’s house, they lived together. She froze at the sight of police surrounding their house. She approached them without thinking and when the police asked if she was Susan Pevensie, her heart broke for the first time. She knew something had happened.

The police tried to explain to her what had happened but Susan just couldn’t bare it. She sat on the ground, crying for them to come back. The pain in her heart caused her to cry even more, to shed even more tears. She remembered the last time she saw Peter, he was holding her hand, begging her to stay for another two minutes, begging her to not leave her family. But she left, she left without saying good bye. She remembered the last time she saw Lucy, she was crying, she couldn’t bare seeing her two eldest sibling fighting. She remembered the last time she saw Ed. He raced to catch up with her after she had left the family reunion. He asked her what was wrong, and she went totally barbaric on him. She told him that she can’t handle anymore, she just wants to live in the real world but you guys kept on trying to make her believe in a made up world that doesn’t exist. She just wants to leave. She begged him to leave her.

Edmund couldn’t do anything except watching his sister leave. But he yelled, “I’ll see you on Sunday Queen Susan?” Susan stopped in her tracks, she turned and gave him a weak smile, “Yeah.” Edmund remembered hearing a crack, he thought he had stepped on a brach. He only realized now that it was his heart. He never kept his promise.

Susan kept on crying, her face was red, her nose was blocked, and her eyes were watering. Suddenly she stopped, she couldn’t explain what had happened but she suddenly remembered a name. It was something starting with A… Aslaine? Aslam? Then something clicked, Aslan. Her legs started moving, and before she had realized where she was heading, she was already standing in front of a church, and next to her was a cat. The cat had dirty blonde fur and pointy ears. The cat meowed, and she stepped into the church.

Susan never thought she would see her siblings again, until she woke up years and years later in a field full of flowers and trees. She could see three figures standing in front of her. She finally made it back to Narnia, she was in Aslan’s country.

*im sorry if this is really bad worded. english isn’t my first language so my grammar isn’t as good as native English speakers but I tried my best :)

to be honest, I actually cried whilst writing this… XD

Fic: “After All These Years”

Mulder and Scully have been together for a long time now, but sometimes the more things change, the more they stay the same.  Set mid-season 10.  Rated M for sexual content (under the cut).  Also here on Ao3.


Of course she remembered January 2000.  That was when things started between them, at least officially. In reality, things started much earlier, anywhere from March 1992 on, depending on how you looked at it, and Scully really couldn’t pinpoint the time or the date when she and Mulder became the most important people in each other’s worlds.  It was easier to pinpoint something more tangible, less abstract, so for that there was January 2000, when they’d slept together for the first time.  January 3, 2000, if you wanted to be really precise, although they had fooled around some on the first and second.  They were at her apartment, when it finally happened, and she still remembered it all so well.  “So this is it, huh?” she said, when they’d made their way from the living room to her bedroom, when they were taking a brief break from kissing desperately so that they could start in on each other’s clothes.

“Yeah, Scully,” he said.  “This is it.”  And then he kissed her again, so sweetly she thought she might die.  Even though she knew that didn’t happen—people didn’t die from sweet kisses—for a moment she believed it.  

And of course she still remembered what came after that.  How the night went beyond anything she’d expected or even dreamed, how it both surprised her and felt familiar in all the best ways.  How they fell asleep next to each other and then he kissed her awake in the middle of the night and then they made love again.

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